1.1.01.01.73: forbidden numbers.

[needshumility]

As Victor has duly informed you all, he graduated. Not without considerable effort or thought on his part.

He has spoken for more than I ever could.

I am, however, about to go home. I cannot, truly, stay. I fear I would lose sight of what I have to do, of what I must do. There is a significant part of me which hates to surrender the freedoms I have gained here, but it would be selfish of me to keep those freedoms to myself. There is a whole society which has none of them - and I have to help bring them about.

Which can only bring me to my final note to you all - never take any freedom you have for granted. Never assume it will always be there. Even the inmates amongst you, who I know have less freedom than myself here. Remember, there is a freedom to love, there is a freedom of knowledge, there is a freedom to ask questions, a freedom to know there are questions that need asking, a freedom to tell someone to fuck right off if you want, and a freedom to take your tie off. It's hard to put freedoms down once you know they exist. Often you only notice how few you have when you see how others live.

Sacrifices for the good of the collective.

[Private to Chromie]

I'll leave you all my questionnaires and notes.

[Private to Jane]

I'm going to leave you with my swatch, and instructions. As well as the notes my father left me. You may want to tell a doctor, so they can ensure nothing goes wrong, or if you're unconscious, but I'll leave that choice to you.

Everything else... I'd like to say to you in person.

[Private to George]

Make sure Jane's alright when I'm gone. I'm sorry in advance if she punches you in the nose.

[Warden filter]

Although I'm leaving, my board will be exactly where I left it. Someone else might want to watch for offensive messages on it, though.

Comments

Re: Spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She opened it, unable to help a small laugh at his current state.]

You're going to drop all of that.

Re: Spam

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I won't if you let me in. [He grinned a little, and readjusted the box of paints,] Look! The paint.

Re: Spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She stepped away to let him inside and laughed to herself.]

Show me.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He shuffled inside and put the box down on the settee, before putting the swatch bag next to it. He then opened the box, showing her the tubes of paint.]

There's so many colours. If I'm back, it's because the codes are wrong. [He doubted they would be.]

Re: Spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Don't come back. [She said that firmly, but took the opportunity to look away from him by inspecting the paints.]

Re: Spam

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He nodded,] I won't. [After a long pause, he asked her,]

You'll be alright, won't you?

Re: Spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Of course. [She straightened up slightly.] Don't worry about me. You won't have time to worry about me.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I can worry about you now, can't I?

Re: Spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

You can. But you shouldn't. [She sat on her desk, letting her feet dangle down.] When are you leaving?

Re: Spam

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Probably in the morning. [He shut the box of paints, and stood a little nearer to her,] All the swatches are there. And, well, there's this one. [He fished out a Lime from his pocket.] For personal use.

Re: Spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She took the Lime and smirked.] What makes you think I will use this again? [She knew she would. As soon as he left. ...just for a while.]

Re: Spam

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

It's just an option, that's all. [He smiled easily at her.]

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[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She was silent for a moment and then reached forward, pulling him close.] Don't let them know what you know, Eddie.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[Eddie put his arms around her for a moment,] I won't. I really won't.

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[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[Gently, she put her forehead against his and then kissed him.] You didn't make any other plans before you left, did you? [Sliding her hands around his waist, she stepped closer.] I don't want you to go.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Not that I can think of, no. [He smirked at her a little and kissed her again.]